Rebirth Becoming An Heiress Madeline And Elliot นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She felt tingles of satisfaction grow in her tummy. Greg's phone suddenly rang and on picking it up the voice of a man resonated at the other side. “It's done”. “Good, I will send in payments”, Greg replied with Great elation. “It's done babe”. He said to Elizabeth, whose eyes widened in happiness. Greg is the heir to the Wilson family; she didn't believe that a poor girl with no background will willingly leave a cash cow like Greg, so only after Megan is destroyed would she be at ease.

Meanwhile, back at the Bennetts' flashy villa. The real Bennett daughter—well, now technically Rachel Bennett—was standing stiffly on the spotless marble floor, totally overwhelmed by the glamour around her. Crystal chandeliers, a spiral staircase, designer rugs... stuff she'd only ever seen on TV. "Rachel, from now on, this is your home. Mommy's going to give you everything you deserve," Vivian said, holding her hand with a smug satisfaction, as if doing her a favor. "You're now our Bennett heiress. Those cheap clothes? Not worthy of you anymore."

Just as she was about to reach the screen, I strode forward in a flash and blocked her path. I didn't lay a hand on her. I merely stepped in front of her, my gaze stabbing into her like an ice-cold blade. I looked her straight in the eye and said emphatically, "What gives a backstabbing traitor like you the right to lecture me about airing the family's dirty laundry?" The sheer force of my presence stopped her dead in her tracks. Her face turned ghostly white. At the exact moment Lydia stood frozen in shock, my fiancee—Abigail Connelly, heiress of the Connelly Group—finally made her move.

The soft glow illuminated the room, casting long shadows on the walls. Madeline’s words echoed in my mind, her regret and desire to rekindle what we had once shared. It had been so long since I felt that kind of connection, and the possibility of finding happiness with her was tempting. But could we truly rebuild from the fragments of our past? My thoughts drifted to Seraphina. Every time I saw her with Elliot, a sharp pain lanced through my heart. It was more than just jealousy; it was a profound sense of loss, as if I was watching something precious slip through my fingers. Could I let go of that feeling? Could I focus on Madeline and what we might have together?

ALTHEA I sit on the edge of my bed, the covers untouched, one of the lights is still on, flickering in the far corner casting restless shadows across the walls. The night has swallowed the palace in silence, but my thoughts are loud, tumbling over each other in sharp, relentless waves. Everyone else has retired. I should be sleeping too. But I can’t. Not with everything I know now. Madeline isn’t just behind the rebellion. She is the rebellion. She’s the thread tying everything together, the voice in the dark, the hand guiding the knife. And Elise… Elise had been beside me this entire time, smiling, nodding, watching. Waiting.

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

“The meeting is over. We’ll reconvene at a location that Rebecca will most graciously send across. Enjoy the rest of the night.” They nodded like robots, heading out through the path I had come in, except Rebecca. She was still standing in front of him, her goddess-like features blazing through the night. Oddly, she reminded me of Lydia, and I hated to admit, the kind of woman Shawn seemed to be into these days. “Before you leave,” he called with the same low tone. But they stopped. And I had a feeling they always would. “Don’t forget to enjoy the night at the club. We’re in Vegas, after all. We might as well make good use of it.”

Amelia’s POV: As soon as Jessica came back from the Wilson, she ran straight to my room. “Mom, the Wilson’s place has really changed. I went to Hallie’s banquet. The banquet was really luxurious and my grandfather even gave her a necklace.” “Really?” I was surprised. “Your grandfather really gave Hallie a necklace? I heard before that he always had a problem with them becoming one of the Wilson!”

"My father... he threw away a child?" "He didn't throw her away," Julian countered, his voice dripping with bitterness. "He honed her. Celine was raised in the dark so you could live in the light. She was the prototype for every 'Face-Slapping' loop you’ve ever survived. Madeline didn't find the Broken Crown, Elena. Celine built it. She’s been waiting for you to become the 'Shadow Empress' so she could finally step out and take the crown that was stolen from her at birth."